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Monday, 25 May 2015

This post brings you the most amazing news! As of last week I am thrilled to announce I have signed with Skyscape publishing (YA/Children's arm of Amazon Publishing)

They will be taking WINTER WOLF and re-publishing it under their name in ebook, audio and paperback!!! I'm giddy with joy at the thought of my little old book sitting on a book shelf somewhere in the world!

The cover, and story will stay as it is, so don't worry Kat and Bass will be just as know and love them.

WINTER WOLF will be available right up until it's new release date, which is October of this year :)

I'm very excited to see what the future holds, and look forward to working with Skyscape and their talented team.

WHAT DOES THIS MEAN FOR WOLF DANCER (BOOK2)?

As some of you will know, I have finished the first draft of Wolf Dancer and the cover has been revealed. I'm currently editing and making sure I have crossed every T and dotted every I... BUT I will be moving it's release date back.

* First Skyscape may publish this also.

* Second, even if they do not, I believe it makes more sense to release it after Winter Wolf's re-release.

I'm very sorry for all those who are waiting on this story, I'm not very good at sitting on finished stories so this wait is going to be hard for me also

In the mean time I'm busy working on book 3 (Cage's story) and I'm also writing a group project called WOODLAND CREEK. This is a collection of 30 different shifter romances, set within the same town, by 30 different authors. It is going to be epic! (More on this to come soon)

I also have a Novella in work, this is the story of how Lincoln's parents met. Set for release at the end of this year/ early next.

Until then, make sure you've read Holocaust, the explosive final to the DEADWOOD HUNTER SERIES and check back soon for more updates.

Tuesday, 12 May 2015

Hey guys, with book 2 nearly finished, it's time to reveal Wolf Dancer's cover! Do you love it? I do!!!

I can't wait to have Nico and Olivia's story out into the world, this book is sweet and romantic with heartache and angst thrown in for a roller coaster of emotions. Kat and Bass feature throughout and you'll see how Dark Shadow and River Run are coping with this new found peace! And of course like all my books there is plenty of action and kick-ass fighting ;)

Happy Reading!

Rach xo

Nico’s loved Olivia from afar, for what seems like forever, never quite finding the right time to tell her how he feels. One afternoon though, fate intervenes and Nico and Olivia, are thrust together, leaving Nico injured, and fighting for his life.

Olivia sees herself as submissive...weak... She tries her hardest to skate under the radar; following her father’s rules, when deep down she knows it will never make him happy. When an opportunity to escape appears, Olivia grasps onto it, weaving a web of lies to keep her secret from her father. But when Nico comes crashing into her life; he not only gives her a reason to stay, he makes her want to be brave...

Follow Nico and Olivia as they find themselves, and each other; learning sometimes love requires sacrifice.

Monday, 30 March 2015

CHAPTERS 1 - 4

Book 3 of the Deadwood Hunter Series

Prologue

FEBRUARY

Caden put down the phone and slumped into the
nearest chair. For once, I’d like some
good news! Just one little piece, is that too much to ask? He stared at the
ceiling as if some happy news might possibly land in his lap.

“Yes, he has no good news. How’s Linc?”
Caden sighed, rubbing his sore itchy eyes. Sleep had been a difficult task for
him recently.

“Sleeping. I gave him something to help.”
Running her fingers over his head, she told him, “Caden dear, go get some
rest.”

“I can’t sleep. Whenever I shut my eyes…I
see Linc at the funeral.” He shuddered as the memory whispered over his skin.

“I know you don’t want to hear this.”

“Then don’t say it!” he snapped, glaring at
his mother.

Paying no attention, she continued, “I’m
going home, Caden.”

“What? No you can’t! It’s not safe.” Caden
jumped from his chair in anger. He didn’t need more problems; he already had too
many to handle.

“Your father has been gone for a month and
he is still alive,” she pointed out. Continuing softly, she added, “I want to
go home, to my job, my life, and my mate.”

“It isn’t safe for shifters in South Dakota
anymore.” The hunters had to be somewhere in the region. Every shifter in the
state had either, fled, gone into hiding, or been killed.

“If what Caleb has been telling you about
Lexia is true, then nowhere will be safe, Caden. I know you still think there
is a chance to save her, but I do not believe it. The sooner both you and
Lincoln realize this, the sooner you can move on.” His mother took a huge
breath, staring at him with a look only his mother could give.

Caden took no notice of her; instead, his
frustration rose to the surface. “MOVE ON?” he shouted. “How is Linc going to
move on? He has lost his mate! Would you move
on if you lost Dad?”

Sadness filled her eyes. “Well, well…no,”
she whispered, looking to the floor.

“No, you’d join him in death. Linc doesn’t
have that luxury. His mate is still out there wearing a mask. She’s lost and
confused. She needs our help, Mother. Linc needs our help.”

“I’m still going home, Caden,” she said
sadly. “If the world is going to end, then I will be by your father’s side when
it does. I fly home in the morning.”

“I’ll ring Caleb back and have him meet you
at the airport,” he answered, defeated.

“That’s not necessary.”

Locking eyes with his mother, his tone a
warning not to argue. “If you want to leave, then that is what will happen.”

His mother huffed, stomping off to the other
room.

Caden slumped back. “Just give me a break,
one little fucking break. Some sign that there is still hope,” he muttered,
closing his eyes.

Sleep claimed him for a while, though it
brought Caden no rest. His dreams revealed to him only death – caused by
Lexia’s hands. He witnessed his best friend broken beyond repair. Desperately
searching for hope that was not to be found.

Lincoln looked at the food
Patricia brought him. She smiled at him warmly with pity in her eyes.

The scent of the sedative she crushed into
his food hit his senses. For a split second, a part of him protested, but it
was just a split second – a fleeting voice crushed by his despair. He knew
Lexia would be ashamed of him. Hell, he was ashamed of himself. Since when did
Lincoln Turner just roll over and give up?

The first mouthful of soup slid down his
throat. Almost straightaway the numbness took over; with each spoon, his pain
slipped away becoming a mere haze in the distance.

She took the bowl and slipped from the room
when she thought he was sleeping. His eyes had fallen shut, too heavy to keep
open anymore. Raised voices of Caden arguing with his mother floated through
the air, and again, for a spilt second that tiny voice spoke out, Caden doesn’t shout…

Words floated through the door into his
foggy mind, trail of deaths…Chance to
save her…Lost his mate…You’d join him in death…Just give me a fucking break!

For an instant, Lincoln’s whole body
screamed at him to move. Do something.
Help your friend. He needs you! But it was too late. The drugs raced
through his veins, and although Lincoln hated himself for it, he welcomed them
as they tore him away from his fate.

Chapter 1

A seemingly endless
winter.

As brittle and cold
as Maura’s heart.

Ice and steel.

Unforgiving and
unmoving.

Long dark nights.

Forever alone.

Lost in darkness.

But with the thawing
of winter.

Saw the first small
cracks in her armor.

Vulnerability,
weakness, hope.

Spring bloomed.

As delicate as the
first flower.

And turmoil blossomed
within her soul.

APRIL

She’d always known this day was coming; how could she not
think it was?Love. Love had no
boundaries or rules. It did as it pleased but she at least thought she’d have
more time.

For the past month, she’d been having these dreams, these
nightmares. He’d found her, her panther. Just like she always knew he would.

Of course, Lincoln hadn’t really found her…yet. It was only
a matter of time. She was his mate and as the first sign of light bloomed, so
did the irrevocable bond between them. She may have shut off her heart, closed
down all feelings, her humanity, yet it had always been there, below the
surface, waiting, watching for its chance to be free.

Whether she was Maura or Lexia, she wasn’t sure. The one
thing she was certain of, however, was the small, almost invisible sign of
light inside of her. The light tortured her, put both her, and her panther at
risk. With the light came emotions, and with emotions, came guilt. He couldn’t
find her. If she was going to survive, she had to be Maura. She’d done too
much; the guilt was too much.

“Maura, get up. We have a raid.” Over the weeks, the amount
of raids she’d been on decreased, with most of South Dakota now shifter free.

Sighing, she sat up and looked at Derrick. He watched her
from her doorway; he was the only person who dared enter her room. The other
hunters feared her, as they feared death.

“Are you planning on standing there while I dress?”

He grinned a smile he only showed to her. “I’m avoiding
your mother. She’s on a warpath this morning. A pack of wolves have being
causing havoc.”

So much for South
Dakota being shifter free.

Getting out of bed, Lexia padded over to her wardrobe. The
problem was a few weeks ago she had not cared if he watched. She hadn’t cared
about much, but since Lexia clawed her way to the surface, she cared, and Derrick knew she cared.

That’s why he does
it.

It wasn’t as if he watched her in a sexual way. He watched
her for a reaction; that was what Derrick did; he watched and prodded, just
waiting for some kind of emotion. But she never gave him anything; well, tried
not to. Derrick wanted to save her. Only he didn’t realize she was beyond
saving; only death would save her now.

“So is that what we are sorting today?”

“No, can’t seem to get a location on them. We always get
there too late.” She turned her back to him, smiling; she’d never had much love
for wolf shifters, but this pack, she’d love to meet.

Meet and kill.

Giving herself a mental shake, she pushed the thought away.
This was the other problem she was having; she felt like she was split in two:
good and evil. Two people living within one body.

Derrick still hadn’t moved. His gaze fixed firmly on her,
waiting for that little sign she was cracking. Turning away from him, she
dropped her robe, and dressed quickly.

Black leather, that was all she wore. She yearned for color
and would kill for a red dress, just something that screamed, I’m alive. Look at me.

Walking into the bathroom, she asked, “So what’s the job
today then?”

He followed her. “Lex, what are you doing?”

Lex, Lexia, Lexi, how
I miss my name.

“Derrick, what makes you believe I won’t kill you?” she
snapped, needing some distance. “Why do you believe you can walk freely around
my space as if it’s yours?”

Stepping into her space, his usually dead eyes held
emotion. “Because,” his finger brushed her cheek, “you have always been Lexia,
no matter how many times you call yourself Maura. I see you, Lexi.”

Lexi…

She sucked in a breath. The memory the name brought brushed
her mind.Sandy fur covered with a
hundred dark eyes. Green. Green eyes as beautiful and wild as the forest she
used to run in.

Caden…

A loud bang erupted in the room as Derrick slammed to the
floor. The emotion in his eyes whooshed out with his breath when his back and
head hit the hard surface. Against his throat rested the sharp heel of Maura’s
black boots.

“Do not grow complacent with my tolerance of you,
Derrick.One word.That’s all it would take for my mother to
have you killed.” Every word came from the darkest reaches of her soul and for
the time being, all that was good, all that was Lexia, vanished.

Maura left him discarded on her bathroom floor, his blood
seeping around his head like a gruesome halo. How dare he cross her! She was
Maura, a hunter; the hunter, she
answered to no one.

After finding her assignment, Maura assembled a team.
Escaping the compound before she saw her mother, Derrick wasn’t the only one
who avoided her. Maura disliked her mother’s company just as much; the orders
and lack of respect tested Maura’s patience. She knew it was only a matter of
time before her temper slipped; it was best to just avoid her altogether.

As she drove out the gate, alone in the jeep because no one
would travel with her, she sensed Derrick’s energy: a mass of black, with
touches of grey, and the light at his core. He leapt onto the side of her
truck, unlatching the door. Maura didn’t flinch as he climbed in with the speed
only a hunter possessed and sat next to her.

“How’s the head?” She smiled.

“Depends who I’m talking too?” he grumbled.

“Pushing your luck today, Derrick.” Her tone dry, unamused,
but still she couldn’t keep the slight smile from her lips.

They drove the rest of the way in silence as Maura made her
way steadily through the forest. The compound was hidden deep within the Black
Hills of South Dakota, and it took some time to reach the main road.The raid she was heading to was on a house
where a small pack of shifters lived, according to the intel. It would only
take thirty minutes before they arrived, once they hit the road. Thirty minutes
for Lexia to claw her way through the darkness that was Maura. Thirty minutes
to decide if she could go through with this.
Was this the day?Was this the day she
let Lexia out forever and turned her back on the hunters, on her mother?

The job was easy, too
easy. It made her question Lucy’s intentions; her mother always had a
reason for her actions. What was her reasoning here? Had Lucy noticed the
hairline cracks, creeping over her façade? Was this a test?

As if Derrick read her mind, he interrupted the silence.
“Hey, Lexia, are you going to be all right with this? It’s been a while since
we’ve had a raid.”

You mean this is the
first time you’ve been out on a raid with Lexia awake. She mentally pushed
the errant thought away. She couldn’t be two people; that was impossible, two
people within one head… Impossible.

She glanced at Derrick briefly. She had no idea how he knew
her concerns, yet he was right. Uncertainty filled her every movement, her
every thought. She wasn’t sure if she could do this; whether she could take the
lives of shifters.

“I’m not sure. I have an uneasy feeling about this,
Derrick. I can’t help but question why take them out? They’re not causing
problems, so why send me for a job any other hunter could do?”

“These wolves, they’re messing with her head. Lucy’s not
thinking rationally anymore. Stay in the car, Lex. I’ll go in with the others.”

“But… my mother… if she finds out… What if she’s testing
me?”

“She won’t find out. I’ll make sure of it.Stay in the car. Leave this one to me.”

Maura sat in silence for a minute, the road ahead of her
blurring into smudged color. Derrick must truly be her friend; he was always
there, always fixing her problems.

“How do you do it, Derrick? How do you pretend not to care?
Not that I do really,” she added as an afterthought.

For a while, he was silent, and she thought he’d decided to
not answer her. She turned her mind back onto the road, trying to block out her
thoughts, of the pack they were on their way to slaughter.

“I suppose I’ve been doing this so long that I no longer
feel anything, but in the beginning, it killed me. Every morning when I woke, I
wanted to die.”

“That’s not true. You still feel. I can see it.”

“You make me feel, Lex. It was you that day… a kitten in
the lion’s den.You woke up something in
me that I long ago buried to save my family, just as you buried, Lexia, to
save, Lincoln.”

“Don’t say his name,” she whispered, forcing back the
emotions just the bare mention of his name brought.

“But unlike me, Lex, you won’t survive.The way you feel, the love you have for him, you can’t run from it forever.”

“I can’t run from my mother forever either… It’s this or he
dies.”

“Don’t fool yourself. There’s a storm coming, and no one
can escape it.”

Maybe not, but I plan
on Lincoln escaping. She’d felt it too, the growing tension, the whispers
of unease. Lucy Hunter’s grip on the hunters was slipping, and when the leash
slipped, the world would be plunged into war.

She stopped the car in front of the house, the two other
jeeps parking beside her. They’d even stopped with the surprise attacks since
she joined them. She’d made them arrogant. She’d made them indestructible.

“Stay.” Lexia looked over at Derrick as he shut his door,
leaving her in the car in her safe bubble.He walked with purpose toward the others. They glanced from him to her,
but stepped into line. Derrick was a leader; no one questioned him.

Fighting started inside the house. She tried not to take
note of the auras, yet she couldn’t help it. Call it a sick fascination or a
habit of torturing herself, or maybe Maura liked to feel Lexia squirm and ache
inside of her.

There were four in the house against five hunters. They had
no chance.

One. Two.Each light went out like a fist to her gut.

Three. She clenched her hands around the steering wheel;
her two halves at war with each other.

Four.She let out
her breath. It’s over. It’s… Wait.

She’d made a mistake, missed a crucial part.Lexia burst through the darkness. Out of the
car, she ran across the lawn.

This wasn’t a pack. This was a family. A home.

The hunter’s head rolled from his shoulders as her sword
sliced cleanly through his neck; thumping to the floor, it rolled to a stop in
front of four children who the hunter had sought to kill.

Her knees wobbled as she looked upon the child who stood
protectively in front of the others. The child willing to fight a hunter to
protect them. Older than the others, he’d shifted into his animal form. He was
a panther, a black panther.

Emotions swirled to life within her; dark against light,
clashing together in chaos. She never sensed the hunter behind her, never moved
as he thrust his sword through her back. She screamed in pain, her head falling
back as she dropped to her knees. Maura, however, won the battle.

Her leg whipped out, knocking the hunter who’d crossed her
to the floor. She wrapped her hands around his neck and took pleasure in slowly
strangling the life from him. Watching as his skin turned blue, his eyes lost
their fight for life.

Leaping from the floor, a wild cry rose from her lips. She
flung herself at the female hunter who stood stunned behind her; Maura snapped
her neck with ease, letting her drop to the floor with disgust.

Maura didn’t stop there, too caught up in her bloodlust.
Derrick stood wide-eyed at the door, his hands up, palms forward as she marched
toward him. Maura was furious; furious she’d been injured; furious she’d never
felt it coming. She’d become weak and lost the battle with Lexia. Her fury
unleashed itself on Derrick.

“Lex, please… please don’t do this.” He blocked her punch,
doubled over from a kick to his stomach.

“Lexia, fight her. Fight Maura.” She had him on the floor,
cutting his airway off. “Fight for Lincoln,” he wheezed.

Lincoln.

The red haze around her cleared and her hands released
their grip from Derrick’s throat. “Get out!” she screamed as she scrambled away
from him.

“Lex, what are you going to do?”

“I. Said. Get. Out!”

Derrick scrambled back, his back hitting the door. Looking
at her for a second longer, he then left the house. Lexia turned and stared at
the four children huddled in the corner.Walking toward them slowly, the little black panther growled.

“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you,” she whispered. Dropping to
her knees, overcome with emotion, she was at war with herself.

Though he was scared, the cub lashed out at her hand, his
eyes flashing golden with bravery, and Lexia finally won the battle against
Maura.

She collapsed forward onto her hands, sensing the energy,
the power leave her.

The panther cub shifted.

“Your eyes have changed,” the naked boy said.

Lexia smiled at him, at the small, brave boy who’d stood up
to a hunter, who reminded her so much of him, of Lincoln.

“Have they?” she asked, sitting up, clutching her stomach
as if it would somehow dam the emotions churning inside of her.

“Yes, they’re blue. What does that mean?”

“You know how you learn to control your panther?”

“Yes, my mummy says I have to try to not get mad.”

“Well, it’s like that for me. When I’m mad, my eyes turn
golden.”

“So you’re not mad anymore? Are you going to help us?”

“I will try.”

“You’re bleeding,” the cub noted.

Lexia looked down at her chest. She couldn’t remember the
last time she’d been physically hurt. “I’ll be okay. It will heal. Where’s your
mom and dad? Were they here?”

“Daddy is here but Mommy went shopping with my aunt. I was
looking after my cousins.” He glanced behind him at the three children.

The front door creaked open. “Lexia, we need to leave. Lucy
is radioing.”

“I can’t just leave them,” she answered, glancing at
Derrick. He gasped when he saw blue eyes instead of gold; regaining his
composure, he smiled. “Go shut up Lucy; I’ll be with you in a minute,” Lexia
told him.

“What are you going to do?” he asked.

“What I need to.” Lexia walked over to the phone and dialed
a number she never thought she’d use again.

“Hello… Hello?”

She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. Oh, God.

“Hello? Who is it? Lexi?” he whispered her name, heartache
and pain within each syllable.

“Hello, Caden,” she said, surprised by her calm, steady
tone.

“Oh, God, Lexi, where are you? Tell me,” he demanded.

Lexi…

“Put Linc on, Cade,” she asked, regaining her composure.

“I can’t. He’s… well, he’s… Lincoln’s not really able to
talk,” his quiet voice whispered from the phone.

“What do you mean? Is he all right? Is he hurt?” Lexia
tried to take a breath. Tried to think past the blinding emotions bombarding
her.

“No wait, Lexi. Listen, he’s not hurt, well, not physically
anyway. I just… he’s out dealing with his grandfather’s business. He’s doing
okay… I guess… if you consider drinking whisky for breakfast okay.”

“What have I done?” she whispered, fighting hard against
the avalanche of guilt flooding her.

“Where are you, Lexia? Where are you? Tell me, please. Let
me help you. It doesn’t matter what you’ve done. He loves you, Lexi. He’s your
mate. We are your family. Let us help you.”

The children shuffled in the corner, reminding Lexia this
call had a purpose. This was one mistake she could fix.

“Caden, listen, I’m at a little house off Wagon Canyon
Road. A family of shifters live here.” Lived
here.

“I think I know it, Lex. Don’t move. I’ll ring Caleb. He’ll
be there soon. Lincoln and I can be there within the day.”

For a second, she considered staying and seeing Lincoln’s
face again. She imagined how it would feel to kiss him, to feel his strong arms
wrapped around her, and then she remembered her mother, the unstoppable force
she had to halt.She thought of all the
people she’d killed, and the wild storm of guilt tearing her apart.

“Listen to me! This is important. I’ve done so many things,
Caden. I can never come back.”

“No, Lex, that wasn’t you. I know what you’ve done. We
don’t care; it wasn’t you.”

“Maybe not, but it doesn’t change how I feel,” she said sadly.
“I need you to do something for me. I’m asking you to forget I called you, but
you must come to this house. There are four cubs who need your help.”

“What do you mean?” he asked, frantic.

“I’m going now, Caden. Take care of Linc. Take care of
these children. Hide them. Hide them so Lucy never finds them.”

Lexia wiped the tears from her eyes and stood straight,
forcing her emotions away and welcoming Maura as she took control. Numbed every
emotion churning within her. “Forget Lexia. She died the day she left. My name
is Maura and I can never come back.”

Maura walked from the house leaving the phone swinging off
the hook, listening to the desperate cries, calling Lexia.

You are weak, Lexia.
You gave in so easily and let me win.

“Derrick, you’re driving,” she snapped, climbing into the
jeep.

Confused, Derrick stood for a second. He looked from the
house back to Maura. “Lex?” Derrick murmured.

“She is gone, Derrick.”

“I don’t understand. Your eyes?”

“Listen to me,” she said, glaring at him. “Lexia is weak.
She chooses to hide from her problems. She let me win.As I’ve said before, Lexia died the day she
joined the hunters.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“Of course you don’t. You are weak, just as the shifters
and Lexia are. One day, Derrick, that little thread of humanity you cling to
will get you killed.”

Chapter 2

“Lexia!” He yelled until his voice was hoarse, already
knowing she’d gone, yet still unable to stop the agony-filled sounds leaving
his mouth. “Lexia, why won’t you let us help you?” he whispered into the cell
before ending the call.

Unable to walk, Caden sank to the floor where he was, the
cell falling from his hand with a clatter. Thank
God, Linc isn’t here, was the only coherent thought he could muster. Dragging in a breath, Caden forced
himself to stand and make his way to the nearest chair. From there, he dialed
Caleb, praying he still had his phone – wherever he was.

It rang off and he dialed
again. “Come on, Caleb,” Caden muttered under his breath.

“’ello?” Caleb answered,
panting.

“Caleb, where are you?”

“Around,” Caleb answered
nonchalantly.

Caden expected the answer. The
last time they saw each other, Lincoln had been ready to sink his claws into
Caleb for Lexia’s capture. Caden had stood by and watched, too tired to
intervene; he’d not had the strength to control Lincoln.

“Are you still in the Black
Hill area?”

“Yes, Caden, what is it I
can do for you?”

“Lexia called–”

“She did?” Caleb
interrupted, suddenly sounding interested.

“She wants us to go to a
house off Wagon Canyon Road. There are four cubs there, Caleb,” he explained,
unable to voice the rest of what he expected Caleb to find.

“Just the cubs?”

“Yeah, I’m not sure what has
happened; not sure I want to know, but didn’t sound good. Just get the cubs,
Caleb, and make sure they are hidden.”

“Hidden?”

“Lexia said Lucy could never
know they lived,” Caleb sighed.

“And Lex?” Caleb asked,
sounding just as resigned as Caden.

“I’m not sure what to tell
you, Caleb. Is there hope? I’m not sure. I’m at the stage where I look for hope
in the smallest of things.”

“Is Linc there? Are you
going to tell him?”

“No, he’s dealing with the
last of his grandfather’s affairs.”

“How is he?” Caleb asked,
hopeful.

“He’s out of bed. Not sure
what I will tell him. It depends what you find.”

“I’ll ring you back within
the hour and let you know.”

Caden ended the call just as
Lincoln walked through the door.

“Who was that?” Lincoln
asked as he ripped his tie from around his neck. “I’ll be happy to never wear a
dammed tie again,” he muttered, annoyed.

“Just my mother,” Caden lied.
“How’d it go?”

“Seems David made one last
ditch effort to civilize me.”

“How’s that?”

Lincoln walked into the
kitchen and pulled a glass from the cabinet. “Want one?” he asked as he grabbed
the whisky.

“Sure, why not?” Need one after that call.

Lincoln poured out two large
glasses, downed his in one and refilled. Handing the second glass to Caden, he
continued. “Fool left me his share of the company. This morning, I was the majority shareholder.” Draining
his second glass, Lincoln poured a third.

“This morning?” Caden
questioned, taking a sip of his drink.

“I’m not interested in the
company, Cade. Fuck, I’m not interested in much these days. Some of David’s
shares have been bought by new blood. The rest went to Richard. David trusted
him. It’s the best I could do.”

Shrugging, Lincoln filled
his own. “I’ve a small share still and received a nice amount for the rest.
I’ll never need to work again.”

“When have you ever?” Caden
laughed.

“I pretended…for a while.”
Lincoln smiled.

For a second, Caden caught a
glimpse of the face of his best friend – cheeky, wild and full of mischief – but
then Linc finished his drink and poured another and Caden realized he may never
see his old friend again.

“Slow down, pal.”

“Leave it, Caden,” Lincoln
growled. Lifting his glass, he finished the rest of the amber liquid and
slammed the glass down into the sink. Picking up the bottle, Lincoln walked
past him. “I’m going on the veranda,” he said, shaking the bottle. “Celebrate
my recent influx of money. Feel free to join me if you can hold off on the
lectures.”

Caden watched Lincoln go
outside, shutting the glass slider behind him with enough force to shake the
wall. For a brief moment, he considered following. Sometimes he felt ten years
older than Lincoln, instead of just three, but then his cell rang, reminding
Caden that although he wasn’t ten years older, he held all the responsibility.
That was what he chose; it was his nature to shelter Lincoln, and had been
since they’d been two young boys playing in a late summer field. On that day, for
the first time, he witnessed how cruel life could be

Chapter 3

They drove in silence back
to the compound, Maura still fuming over her wound. She felt no remorse for
killing her fellow hunters, just mildly amused the fool thought he could stab
her and live.

There was a welcome party
waiting for them as Derrick packed the jeep in the cargo hold. Lucy stood front
and center looking as angelic as ever, except for the fury shining in her eyes.

Maura turned to Derrick.
“I’ll let you deal with her,” she stated, stepping from the car, ignoring
Derrick’s pleas. She walked away from the crowd with an air of superiority; her
heels clicking on the floor with every purposeful step.

“Maura,” Lucy called, but
she didn’t stop. “Maura, how dare you ignore me!”

Pausing, silence settled and
the air charged around them. How dare I?
A little voice in her head begged, please,
don’t make her mad.

Maura shook the voice from
her mind. Having enough of being treated this way by her mother, it was time
she was put in her place. It was time she saw what she’d created.

Slowly, Maura turned, danger
and power radiating from her body.Maura
looked at Lucy as one would look at an insect. Annoying. Insignificant.

“How dare I?” Bitterness
laced her voice. “How dare you! Do you
have any idea what I am capable of?I
could kill you in seconds and not feel a thing. You created me, Mother. Is this not what you wanted? For
me to be powerful, unstoppable, void of all humanity? I answer to no one.”

Maura turned, intent on
escaping before the anger, the all-consuming urge to spill blood took control.
With each click of her heels, the tension built. She could almost see it; touch
it.

Maura knew what would happen;
knew her mother so well. After all, she was her daughter. Three steps from the
door, she sensed Lucy act. The swirling mass of black, angry energy moved
toward her. The room filled with fear. The hairs on her arms stood on end, and
the weight of everyone’s emotions pressed down on Maura, making the air hot and
close, as if unbreathable. Watching the scene unfold were a mass of hunters,
each unsure how this would play out.

Maura allowed Lucy the first
hit. With a kick to the back, she stumbled but quickly regained her footing.
Smiling, Maura spun around, clasped her hands around Lucy’s small frame, and
threw her across the room. Like swatting a fly, it was easy, simple, and she
felt nothing from causing her mother pain.

“Oh, and I need a medic to
tend to me in my room,” she added before leaving with the echo of her steps and
the air of a god.

She wanted a monster. I gave her a monster.

Hearing hurried paces
behind, Maura glanced back.

“Jesus, boss, that was like,
totally amazing!” Marcus gushed; he ran slightly in front of her and jogged
backward. “I wish I had your strength,” he babbled on.

“No you don’t,” Maura
replied, feeling stirring once more within her as he smiled goofily.

“We wish we had your
courage,” Belinda murmured from behind.

Maura paused to look at her
and felt the smallest of thought from Lexia. “You do have courage. You’re still
here, still clinging to hope. It’s me who is the coward, hiding behind this
mask, because I can’t face what I’ve done.”

“Wow, boss, that was deep,”
Marcus laughed.

“Oh, shut up. Go make
yourself useful and find a medic brave enough to come fix me.” She smiled, and
then shucked it off, forcing Lexia back down where she belonged.

“On it,” he said, running
off in the opposite direction.

“Go with him, Belinda. He is
incapable of keeping out of trouble. Oh, and inform the medic the blade was
laced in poison.” If Belinda noticed her change in tone, the iced edge of
Maura, she didn’t react. With a nod, she turned and ran off after Marcus.

Maura carried on walking. Clenching
her hands, she ignored the pain jolting through her body with each step. She
didn’t slow down to ease the pain; she needed the pain as a reminder of what
happened when she was weak – when she let Lexia through. Maura knew she
couldn’t afford to lose her focus. There was something brewing within the
compound and she sensed it was the elite stirring the pot.

Looks like they’ve had enough of living in your
shadow...

Maura gripped her head and
wished the little voice would shut up. She didn’t need reminding of all her
problems, of the inevitable emotions that would soon burst from their cage.

Stripping off her jacket and
jumper, Maura inspected the wound through her gut; it was turning black from
the poison. She wondered how the poison had come into the hunter’s possession.
Was her mother trying to kill her, or had the elite decided it was time she
left them?

That’s a problem for later... Where is that freaking
medic?

Shut up, Lexia!

There was a knock at her
door. “Can I come in, boss?”

“Yes,” Maura barked.

He opened the door as she
walked out the bathroom and immediately covered his eyes. Having left only her
sports bra and trousers on in anticipation of the medic arriving.

“Marcus, control yourself. I
do not have time for your silliness,” Maura snapped.

“Sorry, boss,” he said,
taking his hands from his eyes.

“Where is the medic?” she
asked, her irritation increasing.

“Well, erm… they wouldn’t
come, boss,” he explained, wincing. “Said they were too busy with Lucy.”

“Yes, never mind that.”
Maura slung her long jacket over her bra. “Well, I suppose we best go to the medical
center before I die,” she stated matter-of-factly.

The door opened suddenly as
she reached for it and Belinda and Derrick rushed in. Belinda’s lip bled and
her brow was split.

“What happened?” Marcus
gasped.

Belinda slumped into a chair,
her expression weary.

“Derrick?” Maura snapped,
becoming more irritated by the second. She wanted an explanation.

“It seems your little stunt
has caused a riot. The elite are going around picking fights with anyone who supports
you, and the rest of the soldiers are in total panic.”

“Well, who’s in charge?”
Maura snapped.

“No one, Lexia!” Derrick
snapped. “You’ve put Lucy in the hospital, shattered a fair few of her bones. She
is going to be out for a few days at least.”

“She deserved it, Derrick.
I’ve had enough of her treating me as if I’m her slave. I’ve had e-fucking-nough!
Can you not see that? Can you not see she has brought this on herself? She
wanted a monster. Well, now she has one!”As her emotions destabilized, Lexia
stirred, growing stronger.

“Lex, you need to keep control
of that anger. What you did to Lucy sparked something, something which has been
brewing for a long time. You once told Lucy if you kept people down long
enough, they’d rise up against you. Well, that’s what is happening, Lexia. Except
the elite are rising up against you. You’re not one of them, yet you think
you’re better than them.”

“I am,” Maura snapped, the
urge to punch Derrick a potent one.

“There are many of them and
one of you. Are you sure you want them as your enemy?”

“What do you want me to do,
Derrick? Stand back and allow them to walk all over me?”

“You need to align with Lucy.
Show them you are with the hunters, not against them.”

“You want me to stand at my
mother’s side while she reigns as queen and I’m used as nothing but a
commodity?”

“I want you to show Lucy how
sorry you are before we have a war on our hands and unleash chaos onto the
world.”

“I honestly couldn’t give a
shit about the world or the hunters,” Maura snapped.

With great difficulty,
Maura’s eyes focused on Marcus. Will
joining Lucy protect Lincoln? A thought she shouldn’t care about, after
all, she was Maura, continued on a loop in her mind. She felt nothing. But it was there, fleeting, but
there. Maura was falling apart and only one thing mattered. Protect Lincoln…

“Lexia,” Derrick gasped as
she swayed; his hands held her steady, wrapping around her warm and strong. As
Maura left, the darkness and power inside her faded. Crushed by the poison
flowing through her blood, she sank into his arms and for just a spilt second,
took comfort from his hold.

“Her eyes!” She heard
someone gasp.

Blacking out, the poison
worked its way quickly through her system, taking her energy, stripping away
her defenses, against the guilt and pain she carried within her.

As she faded, the world
spun, forcing one last command from her lips. Lexia grasped his arm, stopping
him from leaving. “Derrick, no matter what, he must live…Lincoln must live.”

The world faded.

Chapter 4

Derrick stared at her clammy face and felt an emotion he’d
not felt in a very long time surge up within him. For a second, the room was in
utter silence, yet Derrick’s head was filled with noise; Lexia’s voice, her
desperate pleading voice, begging him to make sure Lincoln survived.

Lincoln was everything to her and she’d just told him to
protect him. The look in her eyes chilled Derrick’s dormant soul. Fear.

When had he last seen fear in Lexia’s eyes? Sorrow,
unbearable pain, yes, but fear? He knew Lexia thought in that moment she was
going to die, and she’d asked Derrick to protect Lincoln.

Fear.

Dread welled up inside him and threatened to consume him;
he couldn’t take on that responsibility. He couldn’t lose Lexia. Derrick still
didn’t understand his feelings toward Lexia or his compulsion to protect her. All
he fully knew was her pain physically hurt him, and how just a second’s thought
of never seeing her blue eyes alight with fire and life again made him utterly
terrified.

“Derrick, what do we do?”

Derrick looked at Lexia one last time before facing Marcus.
What do we do?

He ranked higher than both Marcus and Belinda. He was in
charge; they looked to him for orders.

“Derrick!” Belinda snapped, shocking him into action.

“Antidote,” he answered, not having any other instruction.

“Where is it?”

“Lucy. Lucy will have the antidote.”Derrick, no matter what, he must live… Lincoln must
live.

Derrick opened the door.

“Wait, Derrick, what shall
we do?” Belinda asked.

Derrick turned, remembering
they were in the room. Pull yourself
together, Derrick.

“Marcus, come with me. Belinda,
you need to bring her temperature down. Lock the door behind us and let no one
in other than Marcus or me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered
with a nod.

Derrick marched through the
corridors toward the infirmary. The further away from Lexia’s room he travelled,
the clearer his head became. He didn’t believe this was Lucy’s doing. She was
evil, psychotic, but Lucy was also very smart, and everything she did had a
reason. There was no reason for her to poison Lexia. Killing her had no gain, only
loss. But the elite on the other hand had everything to gain, yet that would
mean Lucy had lost control of her people, and he wasn’t sure which was worse.

“How are you going to get
the antidote?” Marcus asked. “Are you even sure there is one?”

“Lucy will have it; she is
the only one capable of making a poison to affect Lexia, and she would never
make a means to kill her daughter without a cure. It makes no sense.”

“But you don’t think Lucy
did this?”

“She’ll have made the
poison, I’m sure. I just can’t see what she gains by using it now. It must be
the elite,” Derrick explained.

“You have more faith in Lucy
than I do.”

“I’ve watched Lucy for years
as she watched her daughter grow from afar. Lexia is her greatest creation and
if there is one thing I am certain of, it’s that Lexia is Lucy’s weakness.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean when it comes to
Lexia, Lucy doesn’t think straight. She turns a blind eye when her best
soldiers are killed one by one; she allows only her to break the rules. But
this has only caused Lexia to become the elite’s prime target.”

“Lucy is hardly kind to
her.”

“Lucy doesn’t understand
what it means to be kind, but answer me this. Why did Lucy let Lexia grow up
normally? Why didn’t she just take her and train her to be an obedient
soldier?”

“Because she never showed
any signs of being different until her powers were triggered.”

“Maybe, but then why did
Lucy watch her personally? Why did she have the compound built in the same
state as Lexia lived? Why did she watch her on every birthday?”

“Are you really trying to
say Lucy loves Lexia?”

“No, I don’t think Lucy is
capable of love anymore, but maybe a very long time ago when she carried Lexia
inside of her she did. Everyone has a weakness; even the most cruel and
sadistic of us, and I’m telling you Lucy didn’t order for Lexia to be poisoned.
Oh, she’d poison her; she’s done it before. After all, why would someone create
a poison designed specifically for one person if you never intended to use it?
But she’d have done it with control, she’d have done it to gain something; if
Lexia dies, she gains nothing.”

“I hope you’re right.”

Derrick paused at the
infirmary door and took a deep breath. So
do I. So do I.

The few staff who operated
the front jumped up as Derrick entered. They hurried off into the back but
Derrick ignored them and headed straight for the medicine storage.

Derrick started to randomly
look through the small vials and packets of tablets, but he really had no idea
what to look for. It wasn’t like Lucy would just label a vial ‘Maura’s poison
cure.’Picking up several packets of
antibiotics, Derrick thrust them at Marcus. “Here, give her some of this and
bind and clean that wound.”

“Will this even work?”

“I’ve no idea. Lucy poisoned
her before and she was treated by the shifter doctor she ran with, but it
didn’t affect her the same this time. Lucy must have changed it. It works
quicker. Go. Take the longest route to avoid the busier areas and I’ll see
Lucy.”

“Okay, good luck.”

The first two guards he met
went down easily. Being novice soldiers Derrick knocked them unconscious
without much effort. He reached Lucy’s door coming face to face with two elite.
They didn’t seem in the talking mood.

“Don’t even bother, Derrick.
No one goes in except for medical staff and elite.”

“Are you forgetting I am elite,
one of the originals in fact?”

“You may be an original,
Derrick, but you’re no longer part of the elite. It’s clear where your
priorities lie.”

“Very well.”

Derrick didn’t like to take
the lives of his fellow hunters. While he knew some of them didn’t deserve to
live, he also couldn’t forget that every one of the men and women in the
compound had once just started out as a soldier wanting to fight for their
country. They’d all once been human like him, but unlike him, some had lost any
trace of humanity.

They were good fighters and
it wasn’t as simple as knocking them unconscious. The elite were the best and
brightest of the hunters. Unless of course, you followed Lexia. No matter how
good a fighter or how bright your brain, to follow Lexia was to make yourself elite’s
number one enemy.

But as Derrick stared at the
dead bodies at his feet he realized something; he might not enjoy killing his
fellow hunters, he may wish to free them all from the torment they suffered
daily, but the only one who really mattered was Lexia.

He wasn’t sure when this had
happened, when he’d made the choice to do anything to keep her safe. It may
have been the day he first saw her – when he let her jump from the window – or
maybe it was the day he watched her suffer unimaginable pain leaving Lincoln
behind. There were so many days he stood by while she suffered, while she’d
been tortured, while she slowly died a little each day, living without her
love. Maybe it was because Lexia only ever thought of those around her, and how
she sacrificed anything for those she loved. Or, how she simply gave up her
freedom because to leave would mean abandoning those she’d come to call
friends.

Perhaps it was simply
because she made him feel. She awakened in him what he thought had died long
ago. All Derrick knew was Lexia meant everything to him. He loved her but not
in the way most people thought. She was his friend, but what he felt went
deeper than that; she was the reason he went on, the reason he kept fighting.

He was going to save her. She
was going to recover from this and he was going to make sure she came back from
the shadows she’d surrounded herself in, or he’d die trying.

He pushed open the door.

“Hello, Derrick, my pet.”

“Lucy,” Derrick ground out
through clenched teeth. Derrick was shocked by Lucy’s appearance. Bruises
covered her skin and pieces of gauze were fixed on several places, but that
didn’t stop her from pulling herself upright and levelling a gun at him.

“Oh, Derrick, not even the
slightest bit of sympathy for your great leader? Well if you’re not here to
nurse me back to health, why are you?”

“I’m here about Maura.”
Derrick turned and locked the door behind him. Lucy visibly whitened when he
looked at her again, her gun a little higher.

“Here to finish the job?” she
asked with a smile, but Derrick detected the slightest tremor of fear.

“Depends how you’d like to
play this. Help her and you’ll live.”

“What does my dear daughter
need help with?”

“So you really don’t know?
The situation is as I feared.” Lucy really had lost control of the compound and
the elite were working to their own agenda.

Derrick laughed. “My games?
Why, Lucy, you are the biggest player of us all.” She didn’t correct him. A
small smile played on her lips. “Maura has been poisoned by the elite. Whether
on your orders or not, it changes nothing. Your daughter is dying and the
compound is in chaos. You’ve lost control, Lucy. The hunters no longer follow
you. They follow their own agenda, as do the elite.”

“And what agenda do you
think they have, Derrick? They are sheep. They follow, not lead.”

“Lucy, you underestimate
people’s need to survive. Most just want to live, and the elite…well, maybe
they want to step out from behind your shadow. But this matters little. I’m
here to save, L-Maura.”

Lucy smiled that cruel smile
only she could perfect. “Oh, Derrick, still clinging to the girl she once was?
I squashed that out of her, remember? She’s Maura now. It is impossible for her
to be affected by a common poison. I should know. I made her that way.”

“It’s not common poison. She
set out this morning on that ridiculous assignment and as per your rules, Wade,
one of your elite joined her. When her back was turned, he stabbed her. She’s
not healing. If you truly control the elite, as you say, then he attacked on
your order.”

Lucy’s face hardened; she
didn’t like to be wrong. “Where is Wade now?”

“Dead.”

“Such a shame, but he
couldn’t have been the one to plan this. He was merely a pawn.” She was silent
for a moment before she met Derrick’s eyes again. “How bad is she? I altered it
from last time.”

“She’s unconscious.”

“I’ll give you the antidote
but first, you must agree to my terms.”

“What do you want of me,
Lucy?” He sighed, knowing she’d give nothing for free.

“Not you. Maura.” She
smiled.

“I cannot speak for her.”

“I thought you were close. Knew
her every desire.” Tone hardening, she continued, “Regardless, you agree to my
terms or she dies. Your choice.”

“You’d really let her die?”

“She could be dead already,
Derrick. Do hurry up.”

Derrick had never hated Lucy
so much. How he’d love to wipe the smug smile from her face. “What are your
terms?”

“Maura is to stop fighting
against me. We must show the hunters we are a united front, a force not to be
trifled with.”

“She’ll never agree to
that.”

“Do not dismiss me so
quickly. In return for her loyalty, I will treat Maura as my equal. No more
orders, no more secrets, but she must show willingness. The moment she steps
out of line, the deal’s off. So what will it be?”

“I don’t have a choice. It’s
this or her death.”

“Oh, Derrick, don’t be so
glum. I’m sure she’ll forgive you. Or kill you.” She laughed, clapping her
hands together. “Now be a good boy and give her this. I am rather fond of my
daughter’s talents.”

Lucy withdrew a small vial
filled with golden liquid from the nearby drawer. Derrick took it from her
without another word, his previous estimation of Lucy not being behind Lexia’s
poisoning slipping away. There was a look, a smugness to her that said he’d
just been played.

As he opened the door, Lucy added,
“Oh and, Derrick? If Maura does go back on her word, not only will that shifter
die, but you and the other two will also. Mark and Linda is it?”

Derrick didn’t correct her. There
was no point. Marcus and Belinda would be in danger whether he said anything or
not. I’ve just played right into her
hands. Regardless, he knew it was too late – the deal agreed upon. Taking
off at a run, Derrick stopped for no one as he made his way through the
compound to save Lexia.